No More Learning

G. (Pulling at his moustache and watching it sideways down his
nose. ) Ha-Hmmm. (Aside. ) 'Wonder what the little beast can talk about.
'Must make a shot at it.

Miss T. (Aside. ) Oh, this is agonizing. I must say something.

Both Together. Have you Been--

Capt. G. I beg your pardon. You were going to say--

Miss T.
(Who has been watching the moustache with awed fascination. )
Won't you have some eggs?

Capt. G. (Looking bewilderedly at the tea-table. ) Eggs! (Aside. ) O
Hades! She must have a nursery-tea at this hour. S'pose they've wiped
her mouth and sent her to me while the Mother is getting on her duds.
(Aloud. ) No, thanks.

Miss T. (Crimson with confusion. ) Oh! I didn't mean that.